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As I began my walk this morning…before the streets of the city I roamed…

I turned around and thanked our house…our house we call our home.

Over 30 years ago, when we were married, (that time is much shorter than it seems!)

we were going to build a house…a house that matched our dreams.

This house was to be our first house…that’s what we believed.

We never dreamed this house would be the house we’d never leave.

We were going to build a bungalow…that’s the dream house we designed…

but with children to feed and bills to pay…life had other things in mind.

For 34 years and counting this is the house where we have stayed.

It’s where we watched our children grow…where they laughed and cried and played.

It’s where we watched our grandchildren grow…why we can never move away…

It’s where our family comes together to celebrate holidays.

It’s where we’ve all left memories in any nook or cranny you might comb.

It’s where…along the way…this house became our home.

We never dreamed when we moved in her how quickly 34 years would pass…

never dreamed our first house…would also be our last.

And I stand her thankful we have our dream house…

thankful I’ve changed my point of view….

for now I know our dream house…

any dream house…

is the house where dreams come true.